It is weird that I am here.
On a beautiful island I cannot call my home.
I have no cell phone, no coffee, no friends of my own.
Deserted, I feel..alone.
It drives me crazy to be without food, clean water, music.
but if I could only salvage one thing from the wreck,
I guarantee it'd be a book.
Any book I choose would suffice for me.
Why a book?
With a book in my hand, I am never alone.
I am inspired, motivated, to live on my own.
With a book in my hand, I have food to eat,
I will eat the words, until they devour me.
With a book in my hand, I am never thirsty,
I'll drink the water from my thoughts until it runs dry.
With a book in my hand, I will always have a home,
The characters will invite me in and love me so.
I can map out the world, without leaving land.
I can write SOS with pages, palm leaves and sand.
I can read to animals that need a friend,
I can crack the spine and use the thread the build.
Oh boy, I couldn't go on,
without a book in my hand.